Lyanna shifted away from her. She dumped the water basin near the fire out the window and gave it to Roslin in case she was sick, “I should leave you to suffer on your own for drinking so much,” She said though there was no anger there. “I do not want you listening to your brothers or your sisters about anything they don’t actually know about.”
Roslin flopped down onto the floor, with the bucket between her legs, curling around it, holding her hair off to the side.
“Yes, mama.” she choked out into her bucket. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me mum.” she reached for her mother’s leg.
















